nothing is one hundred percent 25. 05. 14

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nothing is one hundred percent
for there is no guarantee
no thoughts are truly meant
after another cup of tea

or maybe cup or glass...
of something...burning deep
you try redeeming but alas!
you take another sip

nothing is nothing in fact
at the bottom of the empty jug
you never signed a pact
sleeping at the scratchy rug

in the unknown place...

nothing is one hundred percent
once you was home
but with another drunk lament
you suddenly began to roam

overlooking heavy traffic
you wander step by step
you look pathetic, worn and tragic
and staggering you trudge like poor schlepp

nothing is one hundred percent
for there is no evidence, no proof
you have no idea of the time you spent
in the rain you made another goof

come clarity, come sobriety
you found your vicious vent
for there is such a great variety...
and nothing is one hundred percent

25 мая 2014 в 8:40